The Saturday

My Saturday before classes started was kind of a nightmare.  First, I had to go grocery shopping early in the day with my brother; which I hate.  It was one of the big grocery shopping trips to Costco that I dread.  Then when we were unloading the groceries, a dog ran by and a little boy was across the street screaming to get the dog.  My brother and I tried to call the dog to us, but my arms were full of groceries and the dog ran around me.  My brother was able to run after the dog, but he had run fast ahead.  The little boy never crossed the busy street, but went back and I kept unloading by myself.  After 5 minutes, I began to worry and went inside to grab some ham and a leash.  I was driving down the street when my brother called me to tell me that he caught the dog and he was on his way back in a car with the people that were helping him look.  I was angry and went back home with my brother getting dropped off afterwards.  I still cannot believe he went into a car with strangers.  Then we went down the street where I had seen the boy and a car go with people that were originally looking for the dog.  While walking, I called the number on the tag and spoke with the owner.  I saw a group of people at the end of the street while talking and asked the owner where he was.  I was shocked when the people come up to my brother and I with the dog like its theirs while the owner is telling me that he is on another street farther away.  The people said that the dog was walking around the area two weeks ago and they have a friend who owns a dog similar that got out in the past.  At the same time, the man on the phone tells me that the dog got out just an hour ago.  I was confused by the situation until the people told me that the owner probably put a new tag on the dog and that it was not originally his.  A woman was saying how would I feel if it was my dog so I just sit there and agree, but in my head I am screaming Oh. My. God., what did I get myself into. 

After the woman spoke to the man along with her husband, of which they were in a heated argument at one point and talking about fighting, we decided to brong the dog to the owner's house.  This was after the people first checked to make sure that it was not their friend's dog.  We had brong the dog because the owner said that he did not have a car at the time and asked if I could bring the dog or hold onto him until he could get a car.  After returning the dog, the man tells us that he and his wife found him after he followed their dog home one day and triedto find the owner, but didn't.  They decided to keep the dog as his wife fell in love with him and he was scheduled to be taken care of properly at the vets.  He also  said that he hopes the dog was not exposed to any of ours because he had highly contagious worms, but if our dogs did get them, then they would just need to get pills from the vet.  At this point, I was fuming over the situation and did not say anything to try and leave as soon as possible, but I don't think I ever wanted to scream at someone so much before.  He had the nerve to ask me to hold onto the dog if I could not bring him and then tell me afterwards that he had worms.  I was just happy that my dogs did not go anywhere near him.  I was finally able to go home and then washed all of my brother's and mine clothes along with the leash.  I just hope that this never ever happens again.